21 November 2002 - 9:15 p.m.

It's not just a clever title. It's really what's up these days.

How did I fail to write about the reading Tuesday night?

Suffice it to say, there was a reading Tuesday night. I managed to stay sober, which might have been a better thing had someone's assessment of my dancing skizzillz not cleft my heart in twain.

Ahh, well. At least I have been promised lessons. And at least I can allude to Hamlet and skizzillz in the same sentence.

Between that, and eating out with my thesis advisor tonight, I really have done my fair share of partying with grownups this week. Mayhaps that is why I immediately changed into my "Rock On" t-shirt and my duck pants and plunged into the pale pastel tones of D-land.

That, and my dress smelled like restaurant. Ew.

My dreams are odd again, full of feminist film theory and walking skeletons and scenes straight from I Walked with a Zombie. I also discovered that someone who I dreamed to be a cross-dresser knows about as much as I do about women's clothing.

I really hope my dreams are not prophetic, because I don't want the undead after me.

What I'm wearing:

What I'm reading:

What I'm doing after this: